This lobby looks like a greenroom backstage, with every one dressed to the nines, about to "go on" and put on a show. It's not just the "stars" - the lead singers, mostly women, I imagine by the way they are dressed, and highly attractive and sexually provocative - but their bands are with them too, all in traditional, if not cliche'd apparel - country hair, country mustache, country boots - all looks we've seen before on the T.V. It's not your average 7am look. They could all pass for the real deal. Well, except for one guy in a white pinstriped suit and "tiny tim" hairdo. There's always one weirdo in the bunch.

They are all lined up, now, and signing in at a desk not 30 feet from where I write this. I asked one security guard what was going on, if it was an "american idol" type event. He said he didn't know. Whoops, there's one stage-mom, helping her daughter sign in. It's so funny how people tend to stereo-type themselves, and so willingly. Proper attire is a must. Everyone is having to open their jackets to show the guy at the sign in table. I wonder what would happen if I walked over there. Naw, I better not.

Oh, there's one white guy with some serious dreads - lets she how that goes - they are half way down his back. He did pass an envelope over the table, a phone call is made - he's in. Oh, here it is, Can You Duet?" Clever. A CMT competition. Good luck.